#outside primarina (yuuri)

[kitsquared]

Oof me losing my pokemon moon sounds like a premonition cuz i named 4 of my main pokemon team after yuri on ice characters :(

[ikuyeah]

i sold my soul (and gained a heart)

Chapter 1: Screening

Note: This took way too long to write. Mostly because I also run a Gladion blog. And that takes up all my time. XD

@historymakerimagines, here you go. XDDD

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Reader.

Yuri watched every match, it seemed the entire Sinnoh region decided to sit up and notice her really. All of a sudden there were live streams of her Gym challenges, footage of her entering tall grass, interviews, and gossip. Oh, the gossip about you was even worse than the gossip about Yuri.

They said you were royalty in another region. Your tan suggested the more tropical ones like Hoenn and Alola, but people were going as far as considering Unova and Kalos and just about every other region wanted to claim that you were from there. A little digging found Yuri staring at a graduation certificate from a Trainer’s School in Alola. Some principal there apparently took a picture and posted it so that it was undeniable you started your journey in Alola. They even had the pictures of you with your Popplio to prove it. But, you were born in Hoenn, hence the Swampert.

“Why do you care?” Yuri asked himself, groaning as he stretched out in his little house in Snowpoint. His grandfather was outside making Pirozkis for your departure. In two days, the Lily of the Valley Conference would start and he would see you again. Watching your battles proved what Victor had been trying to say.

She was good and she had Pokémon Yuri hadn’t even heard of before. And she could be the end of Yuri’s winning streak.

Pulling out the three Pokémon he didn’t keep out of their Pokéballs, he examined them each encased in the protective shell. One was a Pikachu Rockstar that he’d gotten off a trainer who came to Jubelife once from Hoenn doing a TV collaboration for something called a Contest Spectacular. It was wearing a cool red jacket and looked like a rocker. But, more importantly, it was an electric type which would even the odds against your Primarina.

The next was a Sharpedo from some weird trainer he fought on a ferry wearing some kind of pirate uniform. The trainer gave him a Sharpedonite since they didn’t have money to give him when he won and now he’s grown fond of the Pokémon, being water and dark type it would be useful against your Talonflame.

Last was Typhlosion. You’d actually been given the egg by that Yuuri from Kanto that Victor is so fond of. He’d acted like he hadn’t wanted it but he watched the egg endlessly and trained up the Cyndaquil until it inevitably turned out to be one of his favorite Pokémon. Typhlosion would be for your weird ice type Ninetails.

Your Swampert wasn’t an issue, not when Yuri had a legendary on his side.

He stared out into the snowy plains of Snowpoint and grinned.

“You better be ready for me to kick your ass, [Y/N].”

It’s not the Gym challenges that catch Victor’s attention, it’s the Contests. He expected you to show up at the Lily of the Valley Conference, not competing in one of the Contests he’s judging. Being a Top Coordinator himself, he put a lot of his time into Contests. He was rooting for the boy from Kanto, the one with a surprisingly vicious Eevee and fed his Pokémon too many poffins sometimes.

So, to find you standing at center stage with a frankly beautiful Alolan Ninetails, he thought immediately that he needed to talk to Yuri.

After all, he was your biggest fan.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

He smiles down at the younger Sinnoh native and pinches his cheek. “But Yuri, did you forget that I’m from here in Snowpoint too?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No, but you hardly ever come here!” He growled, pushing Victor’s grabby hands away from him.

“Ah, you take all the fun out of everything. Fine.” Victor threw his hands up in mock surrender and gave Yuri a knowing look. “I was judging a contest today.” He smirked.

Yuri scoffed. “So you saw your Kantonian boyfriend. Why is this my problem?”

“Because, I saw your Alolan girlfriend too!” He said, his mouth doing that heart shaped thing it did and his eyes becoming large and shiny as he leaned in to coo at Yuri.

“She’s not my girlfriend, you dumbass!” He shouted, slamming the door in Victor’s face.

Victor pouted, his pout turning into a smile when he heard footsteps leading away from him and heard the slam of another door. Well, he got Yuri interested.

“My, my.” He called out his Altaria and stroked it’s neck before climbing on. “Tomorrow is going to be interesting.” He smirked.

Yuri passes the screening round with flying colors. It’s not even a question of if for him and everyone knows it. It’s obvious when he walks up to registration and the crowd parts for him. What stuns him is that when you arrive the crowd parts for you too. He isn’t able to see your screening round battle but he knows it was great, better than great, because everyone is talking about it and Yuri doesn’t like it.

“Angry that you’re not getting the spotlight this year, Yuri?” Victor smirked, walking up next to him with his mob of paparazzi following him. Next to him was Kanto’s Yuuri, the one who placed second in the League there and was offered a place in the Elite Four but declined opting to go to Sinnoh to fulfill his dream of battling Victor. “Or angry that people are beginning to notice her?” He winked.

Yuri opened his mouth to retort but was interrupted by a high scream.

“Yuri!”

All three of them turned around, the paparazzi and other trainers parting for a girl. A girl who wore sturdier winter wear in blue and white. A navy blue coat over a white sweater, a navy skirt over black stockings and fuzzy navy blue snow boots with white laces. But, more importantly, wrapped around her neck was a familiar black and orange striped scarf paired up with a black beanie. And not just any beanie, a black beanie with cat ears and white whiskers stitched onto the front.

It was all Yuri could do not to fall to his knees. “Awesome…” He muttered, straightening his expression when you came to a halt in front of him with your amazing beanie staring him in the face. “Took you long enough-” Warm arms wrapped around him for five seconds before letting go and Yuri was speechless.

The press were having a field day, taking pictures from all angles of the hug, muttering about that newbie hugging the Snowpoint Punk calling you Alola’s Catgirl and various other things.

You gave Victor a quick hug too and greeted Yuuri before turning to address all of them.

“I’m glad I caught you guys before I had to go look for my room. Did you make it?” You asked, eyes looking expectantly between Yuri and Yuuri.

Yuuri flashed his pass and smiled. “Yeah!”

“Of course, I did.” Yuri scoffed, turning his head away so you couldn’t see how thrown off he was by the hug.

You smiled at them and looked around. “Tomorrow, there’ll only be 64. Then 32. Then-” You trailed off, shaking your head and grinning. “I’ll see you both in the Top 8, yeah?”

Yuri, in a spur of surprising confidence, walked forward and placed his hand on top of your beanie, looking you straight in the eye. He didn’t know what to say, but he couldn’t let you have a look like that on your face when he could easily do something about it. “You promised, right?” He patted you on the head. “I want my stuff back.” He shoved his hands in his pocket and walked away to nowhere in particular because like hell was he staying there after doing that, the press – and Victor – will eat him alive.

He looked over his shoulder discreetly to check in it worked, he caught your eye and saw you smiling and staring at him as he walked away.

“I need to train.” He muttered to himself, releasing his Weavile from it’s Pokéball and plunging into the nearest patch of tall grass he could find. It didn’t matter if the Pokémon there were no match for him.

With the image of your smiling face and the feel of your arms around him, he trudged through the grass in search of his indifference and didn’t find it.